Emotion... it's what seperates us from the Daleks.

Today I got an insight into a real blog.

It was full of raw emotion, untampered by logic, it wasn't held back, it was just an insight into her mind.... and it was amazing.

And now, I'm ready to tell you all my thoughts, because a blog can be a thing of beauty as well as a place to rant.

I'll see you around.

Here's looking at you, kid...

Ok, so I've been told that I'm a hypocrite.. and I agree.

I am a lot of things, rarely proud of them, often ashamed in fact... and if I'm writing this blog for me then I have 1 very important thing to say.

I'm not making this private, but I do warn a lot of you not to read it, you'll probly find out things that nobody should know about me, but I'm sick of hiding who I really am just to be liked. Hell, there are 3 or 4 of you who read this (occasionally) who know part of the real me, if not all of it, and it hasn't stopped you being my friend.... maybe stopped you shaking my hand :p but that's beside the point.

Giulia, you know everything about me already pretty much, and you still talk to me... of course, you have no choice.

Jim, you know I'm into kinky stuff, and I haven't told you what it is, don't plan to either, but you might end up reading about it on here.

And Meaghan. Well, what can I say? You know of my fondness for strip poker, my insane rantings about heartbreak and how pointless love is, my unnatural obsession with trying to see 90% of the girls I know naked... that's never gunna happen, but it's fun to try.... and most importantly you know when I'm being a complete idiot and you actually tell me.

And I'd like to thank those 3 specifically because, after all is said and done, each of them has been there for me when I've needed someone, and they haven't let me down yet. So this is for you:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiQzUEc_FmI




P.S. I like the golden girls! I'm not ashamed to admit that!

Please keep arms and legs inside at all times...

Welcome to Boshers' mind... where does the apostrophe go there? how do you spell apostrophe? These and more questions will remain unanswered in the next few mins.

If you'll look to your left you'll see the narcisism, checking its' reflection in the window. And there, standing in its' shadow is the inferiority complex. I would like to remind you that there is no flash photography as this has been known to scare some of the insecurities and confuse what little logic remains.

Now if you'll follow me, we've got a special treat lined up. In this room, be very careful, very quiet and don't step on anything, because this here is the most important part of this particular mind. That's right, the sarcasm switch. I understand some of you may be wondering why there are cobwebs on here, well that's because we don't even let the cleaners touch this in case they break it. It has stayed on for almost 18-20 years, nobody is certain as the archeologists have all been focused on dinosaurs and Indiana Jones since he was about 4.

Anyway, moving on... as you can see we have a cinema showing Carry On films, Star Wars' greatest lightsaber battles, and the widest and weirdest collection of porn currently known to man. And here we go into the gallery, with photos, paintings and sculptures of some of the heroes that have inspired him. Dave Grohl, Ronnie Barker, David Jason, Anthony Hopkins, and you can see the rest should you choose to on a full list to be published at a later date.

Finally, here.... is the little shop. This is where the tour ends, feel free to puruse at your own lesuire and don't forget to leave a tip.

No-thing's-al-right, no-thing-is-fine!

Hopefully most of you will recognise the lyrics to Papa Roach - Last Resort. Why? Because that's what I seem to be.

It seems that not a single conversation can go by without people saying the words 'I'm so bored' or 'I wish .... was here' ... All I can say is it's nice to be wanted.

I know I have no life, and that many of you think of me as backup for when your original plans fall through. And it's for that very reason I'm writing this. You may feel you're doing me a kindness by talking to me when you have nobody else, but really, all you're doing is pissing me off.

So here's the deal - don't even say hi to me unless you want to talk specifically to me, coz I sure as hell won't say hi to any of you even out of boredom.


That's all for now.



P.S. Told you I wasn't gunna hold back :p

I think I may have ruined this blog...

I just realised after talking to Jim that I have betrayed this blog and myself.

This was meant to be a way to organise my inner thoughts, and I'm censoring it... why? I'm too embarassed or ashamed or cowardly to admit these things to other people, but this blog was a way for me to admit it to myself.

And I've realised now that I'm simply ranting on here instead of doing what I intended, which is unusual because I have always been proud of the fact that I just don't care what people think of me... hell, I am unlikable, I must be, three people came out for my 19th birthday last year, and I had a poker game and two nights out to celebrate it ffs. I couldn't give a shit what a load of people who refuse to tolerate me unless they can get what they want think of me, so why should I care about the few people who are bored enough to actually read my blog think of me?

So starting now this is my real mind, no holds barred. Enjoy, and sorry in advance for insults and overshare :p

Byee



Oh, and Jim, you busy tomorrow?

The road to nowhere...

I don't know if anybody else has seen them, but the Alan Bennet tv show 'talking heads' ... I've only seen a few episodes, what I can catch here n there, but they are well worth a watch. They are monologues, delivered by some of the best known British actors and actresses, and they are so powerful, so dramatic, so much melancholoy, that each episode can tug at even the stoniest hearts and make you empathise with each individual character, reguardless of if you agree with them or not.

Pure televised gold, and the emotion portrayed by each actor shows you why they are so famous.

Fabulously written, beautifully portrayed, and as poignant today as they were when they were first written and broadcast. Watch them, you won't regret it... and if you do, who the hell cares, what are you listening to me for in the first place? :p

TTYL.

So you wrote a crappy play and you were molested.... welcome to the theatre.

I would like to start by saying that despite David leaving, I'm loving the new Doctor Who. Matt Smith is doing an incredible job of it, unfortunately he is still being judged by his predecessors, meaning he has to work... eleven times as hard to be considered even close.

If you stand back, ignore all that has come before and treat this like something brand new... allbeit with references like last night to previous stories.... then I am sure you will love it. Especially the gorgeous 22-year-old Scottish redhead that is Amy Pond :p Maybe that's just me.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic... the point I was trying to make was that I am genuinely excited, looking forward to and can't wait for the new eps each Saturday, for the first time since.... Well, it's been so long since this has happened that I haven't got a clue which show it was.

And now I'm rambling, so let me end by saying keep it up, and show your support!

byee.